Wow, 41 comments, mostly consisting of shit-talking! I feel so goddamned important! Thanks for the support, baby brother, but I'm straight. You know how I feel about what random strangers think about me... it's equal to a sparrow's fart in a hurricane. I got so much shit going on for real (the hurricane) that I just don't feel the hate (little sparrow toots) coming from people I will never even meet in real life. Hah!
The shit-talking didn't keep me away, 'twas my own junkyness keeping me away in that I didn't have time to get to the library and update. I logged on today for the first time in over a week, if I'm not mistaken.
I found a cellphone on a motel room floor! It's a LG Verizon phone, mp3 player, camera, all sorts of cool shit. Anyone who wants it, email me.
One of my dealers got busted! Then 3 new people came out of the woodwork (or out of my friends' houses) to replace her. Hooray! Now I know 5 dope dealers!
Me and Greg are back together. I love that man, really I do, and I'm stuck to him like hell even though he is very mean to me sometimes. But hell, I understand. It's hard out here for a pimp.
6 months ago